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We made it through the Alma Matar!!!!!!!! Thank you FSM. XD
I had to transcribe the piano part for string trio at the last minute *glomps all over Allyson and italyatmidnight * (They keyboard had no chance in hell of fitting anywhere in the theatre. And the piano that's in there is always out of tune because it's apparently moved a lot. *cringes*) and only about a dozen people were singing, but we made it. I REALYREALLYREALLY wish that I'd had more time to work on it before I put it out there like that, but the people that became the heads of the project were so hell-bent on having it performed. Not to say that it was without good reason; they fought hard to get the administration to let us keep the idea, and if we hadn't let the school hear it yesterday at Honors Day they never would have.
So, in support of the class [OH NEIN!!!], I tried to suck it in and not bitch much...but having something premiered that wasn't anywhere near ready makes me really uncomfortable nonetheless. Especially when my name is attached to it. >.<
*sigh* But it's over. The damage is done. And now, onto GRADUATIONNNNNNNN
Tonight at 6:30 at the Alabama Theatre.
OMG I'M NOT IN HIGHSCHOOL ANYMORE Y'ALL WHAT THE HELL? ;_;
Annnnnnnnnd I haz a Chris! :D
(BTW, the new Star Trek movie kicks ass. Chris is just a hardcore Trekkie. But who didn't know that? :P)
Quote of the night:
Chris: *starts tickling me while strapped into in the car*
Me: "Someone's going to walk by and think you're raping me or something. XD"
Chris: "Why would I do something like that in broad daylight? :P"
Me: "Well...it's not really broad daylight. It's like...slightly-narrow daylight. :D"
*bows*
Edit Numbah 1: I just got out of the shower...only to realize that I'd shaved one leg and not the other. Fail.
Edit Numbah 2:
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Sunday, October 19, 2008, and sent via FutureMe.org
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Dear FutureMe,
Did you graduate? You better have 'cause I'm busting my ass for you right now!
<3
~Meg
I had to transcribe the piano part for string trio at the last minute *glomps all over Allyson and italyatmidnight * (They keyboard had no chance in hell of fitting anywhere in the theatre. And the piano that's in there is always out of tune because it's apparently moved a lot. *cringes*) and only about a dozen people were singing, but we made it. I REALYREALLYREALLY wish that I'd had more time to work on it before I put it out there like that, but the people that became the heads of the project were so hell-bent on having it performed. Not to say that it was without good reason; they fought hard to get the administration to let us keep the idea, and if we hadn't let the school hear it yesterday at Honors Day they never would have.
So, in support of the class [OH NEIN!!!], I tried to suck it in and not bitch much...but having something premiered that wasn't anywhere near ready makes me really uncomfortable nonetheless. Especially when my name is attached to it. >.<
*sigh* But it's over. The damage is done. And now, onto GRADUATIONNNNNNNN
Tonight at 6:30 at the Alabama Theatre.
OMG I'M NOT IN HIGHSCHOOL ANYMORE Y'ALL WHAT THE HELL? ;_;
Annnnnnnnnd I haz a Chris! :D
(BTW, the new Star Trek movie kicks ass. Chris is just a hardcore Trekkie. But who didn't know that? :P)
Quote of the night:
Chris: *starts tickling me while strapped into in the car*
Me: "Someone's going to walk by and think you're raping me or something. XD"
Chris: "Why would I do something like that in broad daylight? :P"
Me: "Well...it's not really broad daylight. It's like...slightly-narrow daylight. :D"
*bows*
Edit Numbah 1: I just got out of the shower...only to realize that I'd shaved one leg and not the other. Fail.
Edit Numbah 2:
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Sunday, October 19, 2008, and sent via FutureMe.org
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Dear FutureMe,
Did you graduate? You better have 'cause I'm busting my ass for you right now!
<3
~Meg